Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 08:38:03 -0500
From: Charles Hughes
Subject: I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 8
College m/m oral anal
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I LOVE CUMSHOTS - 8
I re-lived that unbelievable cumshot Zach made over and over in my mind.
I'd seen huge cumshots in videos, but I was never realy sure if they were
real or bogus. Zach's was real! We had to be very careful, of course, but
since Zach had a single room it wasn't too difficult to get in there and
lock the door. The way he could shoot cum out of that little dick! He
became an enthusiastic cocksucker and improved with each session.
Chris and I were getting along, but he still didn't seem like he'd been. I
missed him and his dick.
I'd been studying late for two nights, getting ready for a big test. I'd
planned to get a third night in, but by 3 a.m. I was getting so sleepy I
was afraid I'd fall off my chair! I decided a quick shower would wake me
up, so I pulled my briefs off, wrapped a towel around my middle, and went
down to the shower room. When I entered, I found something that made my
towel tent.
Terry, the swimmer, was standing there naked, his dick long and hard. We
were both so surprised, we just looked at each other for a minute.
Obviously, he saw my tented towel. He probably saw it moving with the
pulsing of my dick.
"Mmm... Just starting to... I usually shave at night..." he said.
"When there isn't an audience," I finished for him. I grinned. Keep it
light.
Terry grinned back. "Yeah. Umm... this..." He motioned toward his hard
cock. It was standing straight out; it looked too heavy to point up a bit
when fully hard -- and he was surely fully hard! His cockhead was long and
narrow, almost pointed on the end, but his shaft was thick. He had to be
almost eight inches. "Well," he continued, "this is what happens. I mean,
I always get a hardon when I shave -- no way to do it otherwise." He
grinned. He didn't seem terribly self-conscious.
He looked at my tented towel again. "You going to shower this late?"
I explained why. His eyes traveled up and down my body. Well, I was sure
taking his in, too. His face wouldn't go far in Hollywood -- but he wasn't
unattractive. And his body was out of a wet dream! He had the perfect
swimmer's body: slender, broad shoulders, long arms with strong biceps, a
muscled chest, a tight belly, narrow hips, long legs with muscular
thighs...
"See," he said, motioning to his pubic mound, "this stubble gets to itching
if I don't keep it shaved down."
So I looked. After all, he'd invited me! But my eyes slowly settled on
that hard cock.
"So... am I the audience tonight?" I grinned, trying to sound casual.
He looked at me for a second and then grinned. "If you want to be. Sure.
Umm..." He hesitated. "I warn you though, this always makes me super
horny and I wind up jacking off." His grin got even bigger.
He walked into the shower stall, but he left the curtain open. I sat down
on the bench opposite it. He turned on the water and moved around in it a
little, wetting himself all over. Then he turned the water down a little
and used his can of shaving cream to coat his underarm. I could see a
little stubble there -- of course, it would itch! He raised his arm as
high as it would go, then moved his razor carefully from the bottom to the
top. Underarms are sexy. When he was finished, he spread shaving cream up
and down that arm and slowly used the razor, from his wrist to his
shoulder. He glanced at me and grinned. Between his legs, his cock bobbed
up and down in the spray.
He repeated this with the other arm, then shaved the middle of his chest.
I hadn't even noticed any hair there. He smoothed the cream downward from
a few inches above his bellybutton, over it, and into the center of his
pubes. He slowly shaved away that happy trail. I don't know if that was
how he always did it, or if he was putting on a show for his audience,
because he turned so I could see -- his groin shoved out toward me and his
hard dick swinging. His pubes were next. The cream must have felt so good
on his crotch. He shaved slowly. He didn't touch his cock once.
Then it was the legs. He stepped out of the water, which he'd turned down
to a dribble, and spread the cream over his left thigh. He flexed his
thigh as he did it, and those shapley muscles moved under his skin. He
covered the back of his thigh, too, then bent over to spread the cream on
his calf, up to his knees. His tight ass was pointed away from me, but my
eyes were locked on it for a minute, imagining the pucker way down there...
Terry slowly shaved from his ankle upward. When he moved to the back of
his thigh, his torso twisted so he could reach. It was a vision of the
perfect male body, from shoulders to ankles. He looked up at me. "One
more leg," he said, over the whisper of the shower. He repeated it all on
the other leg. Then he stood up.
"Miss any?" he asked, as he turned around.
"Well..." I said. I could be as casual and unself-conscious as he could!
"There's your cock and balls."
"Didn't really miss them. Just saving the best for last."
He held the cream and razor out toward me. "I can't reach around that
much," he said. "Can you shave my ass?"
I took a quick deep breath. Had he really asked me that? I stood up, the
towel falling away and onto the bench. He looked down at my hard cock and
grinned. He turned around. I stepped closer and took the cream, spreading
it over those lovely mounds of flesh, one then the other. He flexed his
ass a bit when I did that. I made sure the cream got into his crack, too.
"From the bottom to the top," he said.
I carefully put the razor at the bottom of one of his cheeks, right where
it met the back of his thigh. Did I want to make sure he stood still so I
wouldn't cut him, or was it just that I wanted to touch? I put one hand up
on his hip and slowly raised the razor. The white cream disappeared to
reveal that smooth, soft skin. I worked from the side of his cheek toward
the middle. Then I repeated the whole thing on his other asscheek.
"Inside, too..." His voice was raspy.
I spread one cheek with one hand and carefully spread cream inside his
crack, feeling his asshole as I did. I held the razor carefully and shaved
from as close to the hole as I could get, outward. There wasn't much to
shave there, but I took my time. I was breathing heavily as I opened his
crack from the other side and repeated with the shaving cream. This time I
made certain to lightly brush my finger over his pucker before I covered it
with cream. I kept my finger there for just a second. I thought I heard a
long sigh. Then I shaved from the inside out. My hands and fingers were
all over that butt.
"Rinse me off back there, Jerry," he said.
I splashed some water over his ass and made sure it went into his crack. I
washed my hand over his cheeks and down his crack, top to bottom, brushing
the side of my hand over his hole.
"Thanks." His voice was still raspy. He smiled. "I'll do my dick and
balls myself."
I handed him the bottle of shaving cream and he stepped completely away
from the water. I stood just outside the shower to watch. He slowly
spread the cream over his balls, reaching deep under his sac and moving one
hand upward as he held the sac up with the other hand. When his balls were
completely covered, he lifted his cock with one hand and smoothed cream
over it with the other. He was breathing deeply, his groin pushed out so
he could reach himself easily. I watched the razor glide over his sac as
he carefully moved it from underneath upward, doing both balls. Then he
brought the razor up to his cock.
"This is where I'm really, really careful," he grinned.
The razor moved slowly up his shaft, the line the razor made through the
white cream revealing the smooth skin underneath. Around to the side.
Other side. Top side. I was standing only a few feet from him, still
outside the shower, and I could feel my cock throb. But I couldn't take my
eyes off him.
When he finished, he stood up. "Got to rinse everything off now." He took
a long look at my cock. "You might as well step in here. This is where I
jack off." His voice was deep with lust. I stepped in.
As he turned the water back up again, the spray hit both of us. I watched
his shoulders and butt as he adjusted the water, and then he turned around
to me. He reached down between his legs and held up his smooth dick. He
began to stroke it slowly. I did the same with mine. Facing each other,
slightly bent over with our focus on our sex, stroking slowly...
"Here," he said over the water. "This is how we used to do it in high
school." He reached over and brushed my hand away from my cock. He
circled it with his hand and slowly stroked. He looked up at me.
I did the same, reaching for his dick. It was hot and heavy in my hand,
and so smooth... I had to lower my fingers a little to feel his soft
ballsac... like silk... We leaned over toward each other as we stroked,
our heads pracically side to side. I glanced at his strong shoulder in
front of me and lay my forehead against it as I worked his cock and balls.
He did the same. It was like we were one person, jacking
together... breathing together...
"Jerry," he whispered in my ear. "Fuck me."
I felt my cock lurch in his hand! I whispered a 'yes' and he turned
around, ducking his head so it was under and out of the spray of water.
The water fell on his broad back, and I watched it run down to his waist,
over his buns... The water was hitting my chest, too, running down, over my
hard dick...
I put my cockhead at that hole I'd been washing only moments ago. He
arched his back and braced his hands against the wall of the shower stall.
I put my hands on his hips and pressed. In. I had to press harder. His
pucker, warmed by the water and my rubbing it, slowly opened for me, and I
slid my wet dick into it... into his tube... deeper into his
tunnel... feeling the warm, wet tissue of it opening around my
cockhead... letting me enter even deeper... until I was completely in. I
circled my arms around his waist.
"Leave it there for a little bit," Terry whispered. "Let me feel
it... God, so good... so big inside... so deep..."
I pressed close to him and moved my hips from side to side, making my
cockhead move deep inside him. As I hugged him close,the fingers of one
hand moved down to his smooth pubic mound, and I rubbed it around and
around.
"Fuck me..." Terry's voice was so low I hardly heard him.
I pulled my cock outward slowly and then sank in again slowly. I was using
only my hips. My face was against his shoulder, and I whispered to him,
"You are so hot inside..." Slowly out, then in. "Terry... so
tight... mmmmm..."
It was impossible for me not to move faster after a while. I pulled out
and pushed in a little harder as I sped up. I looked down and watched my
cock move in and out of his muscled, smooth, freshly shaved ass. I moved
my hands to his hips and began to pull him toward me as I fucked inward.
He took over that movement, and fucked his ass back onto my cock. I went
faster. I pulled almost all the way out and then plunged in hard and deep.
I heard his groan. I fucked harder and felt my pubes grind against his
smooth ass and my balls slap him underneath.
"Got to... cum... You want it... inside?"
"O fuck yes." He was panting loudly.
I was even more forceful, ramming my dick into him as hard as I
could... pumping his ass full of my meat... hitting bottom each time I
forced my way through his chute... I felt the heat rising in my gut. One
last hard shove into him, and my cockhead sprayed cum deep inside his ass.
"Aaaaa fuck..." I whispered hoarsly. "AAAAAaa..." I pounded and pounded,
my cock throbbing each time the cum shot up from inside me and down my dick
and out my little lips... "AAaaaaaa..." I flooded his ass with my jizz
and felt the wet heat of it against my cockhead.
I was finally finished. I leaned against him, my cock still buried. We
breathed deeply together... panting together... low moans together... My
cock slid out as he moved slowly to face me.
"Fuck, Jerry... ooooooooo... that was so good..." His arms went around me,
and the water hit both of us on our faces as we kissed deeply. We ground
our hips together as our tongues played inside. His hands went down to
clasp my ass, and I know he could feel my dick -- hard again -- pressing
against him. We slowly pulled away, but our arms remained on each other's
sides.
"It was fantastic." I kissed his wet lips lightly.
"Is it my turn now?" he smiled.
"O yes, most definitely."
We traded places, me with my head under the shower head, him behind me. He
massaged my ass cheeks, and I felt his fingers brush against my hole
slowly, repeatedly. Something slick... He was washing me. Outside. And
inside. His finger went in deep. OOooooo... I felt him pull my cheeks
far apart, and the warm water ran down my back and into my crack. He held
my ass open for a minute.
Then I felt something warmer than the water at my pucker. It was his
tongue! He licked around and around that tight hole, then up and down over
it. My pucker, warmed by the water and his massaging of it, opened slowly.
His tongue pressed in; I felt it slide through my ring and groaned in
pleasure. He licked as he moved slightly inside... eating me out... tongue
so hot... licks... eating my ass...
"Aaaaa yessss..." I moaned.
I felt his face wiggle against my ass as he tried to get as close as
possible. I pressed back to give him as much ass to eat as he wanted. It
seemed to go on and on and on! Terry as a real love of ass! His
tongue... some suction as his lips fastened against me...
Eventually -- too soon -- his tongue pulled away and licked up my crack and
into the small of my back, then up over my spine to my neck. While he was
licking my neck, I felt his cockhead at my ass. At first, he just rubbed
the cockhead all around my cheeks, first one and then the other. Then he
pressed his cock under my ass to my ballsac, making little fuck motions
with that pointy dickhead. My balls swayed with the motion of his cockhead
against them. When he lay his cockhead against my hole, I was ready. I'd
never been more ready to get fucked in my life!
His cockhead toyed with my pucker a bit, rubbing it back and forth, then
all the way up my crack and back down to my hole. I was ready to beg for
it! Then I felt his hands on my hips, and I knew he was ready to get
inside. His hot cockhead just pressed a little bit and didn't move for a
minute. Then he thrust that big cock in deeply.
"Awww fuck! Oooooo Terry..."
Eight inches, and then some!
All the way in with one thrust...!
He held himself in deep for a minute, then began to slide out. He pulled
his dick completely out of my hole and then pressed it all the way back in
with a single shove. He was mining my ass for everything he could get. I
could feel that pointy cockhead plow my tunnel open each time he moved in,
followed by that thick, hard shaft that spread my chute wide open.
"Hot ass! Yea... hot ass!" he muttered, his hands tight at my hips,
holding me steady for his assualt. "Hot ass..."
I moaned as he entered me again and again.. pulled completely out, then
entered quickly again, entered... out...
"Ahhh yeaaaa... fuck me..."
He began to pump more quickly, and then each inward thrust became harder
than the last. I felt the air shoved out of my mouth as that cock rammed
into my gut! I could hear his short, sharp breaths over the whisper of the
shower. When they became hisses, I knew he was close..
"Fuck me... fill me... give me your cummmm..."
And he did. With one last hard, deep thrust, he groaned loudly, and I felt
my ass suddenly filled with his hot cum. O, I love that feeling... hot
jizz washing me inside...
He grunted now as more shots filled me. The hard motion of his cock and
the heat of his cum... I breathed deeply, loudly...
"OOOOoooo... Uuuhhhh..." He bumped my ass with his smooth mound as that
hard, smooth dick moved in again and again...
When he was spent, he leaned into me, his cock still inside. I could feel
his hot breath on my shoulder. "Fuck... Jerry... so good..."
Then I reaized someone was standing just outside the shower, watching us.
It was Zach. I stood up quickly, Terry's dick sliding out of my chute.
Zach's eyes were locked on my ass, still full of the juices from Terry's
cock. Then he looked up at me. He turned away so quickly I couldn't read
his face. What was he thinking...
I'm afraid I left without really thanking Terry properly for the greatest
fuck I'd ever had. I kissed him quickly on the lips, stepped out of the
shower, wrapped my towel around myself, and walked out rapidly. Before I
could catch up with him he went into his room. I knocked lightly, but I
couldn't make too much noise at this hour. He didn't answer. Well, if he
wasn't going to open the door, he wasn't. I went back to my room.